My sister has an autoimmune disorder. One of the things she has decided to try was to remove sugar from her diet for 30 days. In order to help her with this, us other two have decided to join her. Today is the beginning. I’m a little nervous. I have been looking into the withdrawal symptoms. I don’t think this will be pretty.

Apparently I can look forward to:



Impulsive Behavior

Hunger and Cravings

Headaches. Lots and lots of headaches.

Low Energy

Muscle aches, nausea, insomnia, and boredom.

Luckily most of the articles I read say that most of the symptoms only last for the first seven days or so. I really, really hope that it’s true.

I am going to be taking it one day at a time.

I just need to stay prepared, always have a healthy snack with me.

Drink lots of water.

This is going to be great!

“If it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you.”

-The Rebs.

Next Up, Pickles!

Then on Monday, which should have been a day off but was hard work, I went to a friend’s house to make pickles. It was a good time with lots of girl talk.


I really don’t think we had enough jars………..


We did have to run back into town to get more jars and other stuff at Menards. I love that place. I found some fantastic cutting boards for 99 cents. I really didn’t need them, but, hey, 99 cents. Then these gems showed up in my sight. I splurged so we could have a celebratory drink after we got done!


The gorgeous finish product!

Canning, Rednecks and Music.

This weekend I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. We went to my in-laws on Sunday where my mother-in-law showed me how to make salsa. It was fantastic! I learned so many things. Like, how to peel tomatoes. Who knew that if you made a tomato hot, the skin would just pop off? I love cold tomatoes with salt so I have never had the need to heat up tomatoes. Also, I chopped a jalapeno for the first time in my life.


Canning has such fun utensils, like that fun little magnetic stick thing.


Isn’t it pretty?

While supper was cooking I found some good books. This struck my funny bone since I had just learned that my sister’s kids had planted corn in their front yard.

(Ignore the first thing on this list)


Then my b-i-l brought out his guitar and the weather was gorgeous.


No Man Is A Romance Novel.

My new brilliant thought.

No man is a romance novel.

I used to read a romance novel almost every night.

I would dream of the day I met my future husband.

He would bring me flowers all the time.

He would cook romantic candlelit dinners.

Give me back and foot rubs whenever I had a hard day at work.

He would hold my face and give me that great Rom-Com movie kiss.

Wow. Wow oh wow oh wow.

I was a silly goose.

I can no longer read those books.

I have discovered the actual meaning of romance.

It isn’t useless flowers that die after a couple days, or candlelit dinners that require hours of cleanup. Yes, a back rub would be nice every once in a while, same with a bouquet of flowers, but it isn’t necessary.

To me, romance means hanging my expensive ‘under garments’ to dry instead of throwing them in the dryer.

It means buying me a Wild Cherry Pepsi when I haven’t asked for one.

It’s buying me Strawberry Fruit Gushers when work has really sucked.

It is so much more and more simple than those cheesy lying books would have ever made me believe.

The romance in novels isn’t real.

Romance isn’t in the grand gestures, romance is in the small things.

No man is a romance novel.

And that’s okay with me.